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Dark days are a-coming

14 Nov

I usually post a guest poem on a Monday, and I do have a couple in to go through so my apologies if you were expecting yours but I’m behind with blogging, emails, and two weeks late starting NaNoWriMo so here is one courtesy of Jane Dougherty instead which definitely suits the climate here in England at the moment. Enjoy…

Jane Dougherty Writes

sunset

Dark days are a-coming,

Say the geese on the wing,

The horse in the stall,

The tiny, scuttling things with small voices.

Dark night is falling and the stars are dim,

Say the sailors on the sea,

The seals on the isle,

The gulls on the cliff.

When will it end, we ask,

The people on the edge,

The old and the sick,

The small scurrying people with small voices.

Poets cannot read the future in their words,

Or cups of tea,

Or the flight of swallows,

Or the waddling walk of the magpie,

But the sunlight through the trees,

Moonlight on the lake,

The stars that shine through cloud and raindrops,

Weave their beauty into the world,

And we can say, Ah,

This is what should be,

In our millions of small voices.

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